A Gift from God

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

Note: This story is not owned by LOL. This is posted to bring inspiration and share the value of true friendship.

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One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives."

He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Darn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him!

Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach ... , but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

Each day is a gift from God! Don't forget to say, "Thank you!"

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Malungkot na tinatanaw ni Monty si Orly habang nagpapraktis ito sa field. Tatlong araw na ang lumipas ng magmakaawa siya rito para huwag siyang hiwalayan. After that fateful day, Orly was never the same. Although hindi siya nito tinataboy ay naroon ang manaka-nakang parunggit nito para sa kanya. Na kesyo ipinipilit bakit daw may ibang tao na ipinipilit ang sarili sa taong ayaw na sa kanila at iba pang masasakit na salita.

In short, napakalamig ng pakikitungo nito sa kanya. Hindi naman siya makaangal kasi mahal niya ito. Isa lang naman ang punto niya, gusto niyang ipadama rito ang pag-ibig na para dito. Na tanging siya lang ang kayang magmahal dito against all odds. Kahit ito pa mismo ang may ayaw sa kanya.

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When It Rains...

By: Mikejuha

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When I was a little kid, I used to run naked and barefooted under the rain and enjoy every drop of it into my skin. As I ran through the tiny currents it created, I felt I had the whole world beneath my feet. It was always for me the best part of life, the joy of innocence, and of being unattached... Nothing made me feel happier than when it rained. And nothing was more important to me than to indulge myself in it. For me, life was just about it.

But, things changed. As I became older, things grew more complicated. I was sucked in to the currents of vicious circle of competition and of wants. And I didn’t know how to free myself from it. The rain didn’t make me feel happy anymore and I didn’t even know what else could make me. I wanted something and when I get it, I wanted more. My daily preoccupation had been on the pressing issues of survival and the standards set by people around. It became a routine to manage my time and resources to the limit, and to walk on tightropes in order to secure my place in the societal structure. I learned to be someone I was not.

I had to think fast and make wise decisions. I had to mingle with the right persons in order to keep afloat. I had to act intelligent in order to have my ideas recognized. I had to look nice in order to gain acceptance. I was totally lost, drifted from, and stripped of the simple things of my childhood.

A lot of people surrounded me, but I feel all alone. My horizons widened but the world is choking me. There are countless of opportunities but I am lost for values. Luxury abounded but I still feel unhappy with my peace and wisdom eroded. I struggled to surmount the challenges but I can’t seem to find the meaning. 

This morning, I woke up to the sweet sound of rain landing onto my rooftop. As I heard it dropping heavier and heavier, it reminded me of home and of the simple things I used to enjoy: my family and childhood friends, the cool and refreshing countryside air, the sights of farm and lush vegetation, the fresh and uncontaminated waters of the creek and mountain spring, the taste of native foods, and the smell of the harvests. 

I wish I were a little kid again; naive, unsullied, oblivious, innocent, and carefree. I wish I could run naked and barefooted under the rain and enjoy every drop of it into my skin... 

I wish that life was just all about it.

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